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[lesbiheon]

94.10.06 💕 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOOHEON! -ˋˏ 30 gifs for 30 years! ˎˊ- ↳ quotes, eras, moments, moments (2), lyrics, looks

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changkyun receiving kisses from his members ♡ (230709) 2023 monsta x 7th official fanclub monbebe fan-con mx friends

[changbeens]

when two aegyo kings meet

[byemambo]

If you don't know, now you know Okay? Deal

MONSTA X - GAMBLER

Spooky Season K-Pop [1/31] | dir. HIGHQUALITYFISH

[honeyimissjoo]

cutest subtitle editor

[shownueats]

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[monxgifs]

JOOHONEY ✨ FREEDOM MV TEASER

[myy-moonflower]

[dazzlingkai]

MIYEON & JOOHONEY 'MY BAG' (G)I-DLE COVER, 230608

[monchstax]

looking good and eating good

[lesbiheon]

JOOHONEY — 'FREEDOM’ MV (BEHIND)

[oyeixcher]

Happy Birthday Lee Jooheon ✦ October 6 1994

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CHANGKYUN, KIHYUN + JOOHEON PERFORMING 'OH MY!" @ 2023 MONSTA X FAN-CON 'MX FRIENDS'.

[is2joohoney]

キティ・ホワイト ☁️    めっちゃ可愛い❓❕   

..∧,,,∧.. (  ̳• · • ̳) @iwonjoo /    づ♡ jooheon feat. hello kitty monsta x (1/7) 🖇️ like or reblog if u save

[clariannahoney]

Tempted by the Bad Boy's Kiss

The bass thumped through the walls of the dimly lit club, vibrating in sync with the pounding of my heart. The air was thick with sweat and perfume, a heady mix that made it hard to think straight. I should have been dancing, lost in the rhythm, but all I could do was watch him from across the room. He stood by the bar, his back to me, one hand gripping a bottle of whiskey as if it were an extension of his arm. His dark hair fell into his eyes, which were hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses, even though it was night.

Joohoney. The name rolled off my tongue like a forbidden fruit, sweet and dangerous. He wasn’t just any bad boy; he was the kind of guy who made you forget why you shouldn’t want him. And I wanted him. God, how I wanted him.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the scent of his cologne—something woodsy and intoxicating—lingered in the air, pulling me closer. I couldn’t resist. I never could. With every step I took toward him, the music seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of my own pulse echoing in my ears.

He turned just as I reached him, his lips curling into a smirk that sent shivers down my spine. “Well, well, look who decided to show up,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, like he’d just woken up from a nap. But there was nothing sleepy about the way his eyes roamed over me, taking in every inch of my body with a hunger that made my knees weak.

“Couldn’t stay away,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The truth was out there now, hanging between us like a threadbare curtain, ready to be torn down.

He leaned in closer, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. “Good,” he murmured, his breath warm against my cheek. “Because I can’t either.”

Before I could respond, his hand was on my waist, pulling me flush against him. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. His lips found mine, and everything else—the noise, the lights, the people—faded away. All that existed was him and I, locked in a kiss that was both desperate and tender.

His tongue slid against mine, coaxing a moan from deep within my throat. I pressed myself closer, needing more, wanting to crawl inside him and lose myself in the darkness that always seemed to follow him. His hands roamed down my back, slipping under the hem of my shirt to graze the bare skin beneath. The touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered against my lips, his voice thick with desire. I nodded, unable to form words, my mind too clouded with lust to think clearly.

He grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd, his grip firm and unyielding. We didn’t stop until we reached the parking lot, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat of the club. Joohoney pulled me into the shadows, where the streetlights couldn’t reach, and pushed me up against the side of his car.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice rough and urgent. His eyes bore into mine, searching for something—anything—that would give him permission to keep going.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I want this,” I breathed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

His lips crashed down on mine again, harder this time, as if he was afraid I might change my mind. His hands were everywhere—in my hair, on my hips, sliding up my shirt to cup my breasts. I gasped into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming, but not enough. I needed more.

I tugged at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He pulled back just long enough to yank it over his head, revealing a chest covered in tattoos that seemed to tell a story of their own. My fingers traced the lines, feeling the muscles beneath tense and relax with each stroke.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he growled, his voice strained. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head against the car door. The position left me vulnerable, but instead of feeling scared, I felt alive. Every nerve ending was on fire, begging for release.

His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down my neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin just below my ear. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, seeking relief from the tension building inside me. His teeth scraped gently against my collarbone, and I cried out, the sound mingling with the distant hum of the city.

“Please,” I begged, my voice trembling. “Please, Joohoney.”

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with need. “What do you want, baby?” he asked, his voice a low purr.

I hesitated, the words stuck in my throat. It was one thing to want him, to crave the rush of adrenaline that came with being near him, but to say it out loud… That was different. That made it real.

But then his lips were on mine again, silencing any doubts I had. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting me, owning me. I melted into him, my body responding without thought, without hesitation.

“I want you,” I finally managed to say, the words breaking free like a dam bursting. “I want you so bad.”

His eyes darkened even further, if that was possible, and he released my wrists, letting his hands roam freely over my body. He cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, already hard and aching for his touch. I moaned, arching into his hands, desperate for more.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “So perfect.”

His words sent a thrill through me, making my heart race even faster. I needed him. Now. I reached down, fumbling with the button of his jeans, desperate to feel him, to have him inside me.

He groaned, his hips bucking forward as my fingers brushed against the bulge in his pants. “Not yet, baby,” he rasped, capturing my hands in his. “Let me take care of you first.”

Before I could protest, his mouth was on my breast, sucking hard through the fabric of my bra. I cried out, the sensation so intense it almost hurt. He switched sides, lavishing the same attention on my other breast, and I could feel the pressure building inside me, threatening to explode.

“Joohoney, please,” I whimpered, my body trembling with need. “I can’t wait anymore.”

He lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice raw with desire.

“I want you inside me,” I gasped, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Now. Please, Joohoney. Now.”

He didn’t waste any time. With one swift motion, he lifted me onto the hood of the car, spreading my legs wide. His hands were everywhere—on my thighs, my hips, my waist—pulling me closer, aligning himself with my core.

And then he was inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, the sensation both painful and perfect. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust, his forehead resting against mine.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice strained.

I nodded, my eyes squeezed shut, fighting back tears of pleasure. “Yes,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He started moving, slowly at first, testing my limits, but soon the tempo increased, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, my body straining to keep up with the intensity of his movements.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his voice ragged. “So tight. So wet.”

His words sent another wave of pleasure crashing over me, and I could feel myself getting closer, the pressure building inside me, ready to burst.

“Joohoney, I’m gonna—” I gasped, my voice breaking.

“Come for me, baby,” he urged, his thrusts becoming even more frantic. “Let go.”

And I did. I let go, the orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave, sweeping me away in its wake. I screamed his name, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

He followed soon after, his thrusts becoming erratic as he spilled inside me, his groan of release mingling with my cries of ecstasy. For a moment, we were frozen in time, our bodies joined together in a perfect symphony of passion.

Then, slowly, he pulled out, collapsing next to me on the hood of the car. We lay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts still racing.

“That was…” I trailed off, unsure how to put the experience into words.

“Incredible,” he finished for me, his voice soft. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place. “You’re incredible.”

I smiled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his face. “No, you are.”

He caught my hand, kissing my palm gently. “We’re incredible together.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It was different from before, softer, sweeter, as if he was savoring the moment.

When he pulled back, his eyes were serious. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice low.

I knew what he meant. The consequences, the risks, the reality of what we were doing. But in that moment, with his lips still tingling against mine, all I could think was…

“Later,” I whispered, my voice breathless. “Just… later.”

He nodded, understanding. “Later,” he agreed, his voice full of promise.

And then his lips were on mine again, sealing the deal, and I knew that no matter what happened, no matter how many times we fought or how many reasons we had to stay apart…

In the end, it was always going to be Him & I.

[honeyimissjoo]

pls join me and petition to add this to their choreography